The Case Has Altered (Richard Jury Series #14)

The sun, smoking behind a haze of cloud, threw off a light of burnished pewter. Mysteriously lit, it was as if the watery, colorless land refused drabness, stood determinedly against dimishment. This is a landscape that can easily deceive, the fens, a landscape that volunteers nothing, as if to say, a landscape that volunteers nothing, as to say, You're on your own, mate-much like the habitues of the only pub for miles around called The Case Has Altered.
The Lincolnshire fens are the right ...